The songs of my heart

And when you are lost, and angry and blue, beloved Bond comes to the rescue. :) It helps to scan your drawer sometimes.. you might just come across a gem!!! I found one... WHEN WILL I LEARN THE VALUE OF STILLNESS? I was the wind last night Ruskin Bond I was the wind last night. I vaulted the river and swam seven mountains And turned aside the tall trees guarding the valley For I would see you smile and dream .... I caught glimpses of you through the window as I wandered around the little house. They wouldn't let me in; too cold a wind! I hung about listlessly, afraid to call too loud. Then like a weary man limped homewards over the   sleeping mountains. When will I learn the value of stillness?

Why are there more hypocrites than sane men? Why do more people choose the most taken path? Why is LIBERTY so DREADED? Whats so scary about FREEDOM? When will we learn to act more and speak less? Communicate more, and gossip less? THINK more and intend less??? What makes these "ways of the world" so sacred? WHY are egos more dominant? Why are people so SCARED? When will we learn of equality? WHY is Madness unacceptable? Why are people Judgmental?? Why is peace so far? Why is there so much of NOISE? WHY is the world so CRAZY??? no? then why it AIN'T??? Is this where I belong? WHY? The questions refuse to die... The answers REFUSE to come!!! Its like that old classic... Yeah! "you can check out anytime you like, but you can never leave".... So LIVE

A little bit of sea with all its depth A little bit of wind  with all its pace A little bit of fire with all its blaze A little bit of space with all its flare A little bit of all the limitless... A little bit would do so that i don't feel a little more sad or out of place... A little bit of mountain for all its strength a little bit of rain but more insane A little bit of rainbow so that I can smear A little more colour  on everyone's face... A little bit of you so that I can shower A little bit of love with all that grace.

So it rained. The season of indulgences is finally here. It’s amazing to sit at the big window and stare at the rain lashing in all its glory into the beautiful Mandovi. It’s mesmerizing to watch the river go wild at the confluence and behave like the sea herself. It’s amazing to hear the different sounds of rains- when it is rattling on the metal sheets above the garage, when it is ramming into the big glass window pane, swishing into the small pools of water on the road, gushing into the river, clattering on the tiled roofs, whispering in the woods… It’s amazing how beautiful the rain can smell. Always so same, yet so different. Refreshing mud smell, crisp surroundings, seasonal flowers, inviting fried foods, the sinful coffee… It’s amazing how the rain tastes. Irresistible. To all, from the kids in the garden staring right into the sky, to the bike riders who taste the rain that drizzled down. It’s amazing how the rain feels. Soothing on the sun kissed skin, light s

Daydream delusion, limousine eyelash Oh baby with your pretty face , Drop a tear in my wineglass Look at those big eyes , See what you mean to me Sweet-cakes and milkshakes I’m a delusion angel , I’m a fantasy parade I want you to know what I think , Don’t want you to guess anymore You have no idea where I came from , We have no idea where we’re going Lodged in life , Like branches in a river Flowing downstream, Caught in the current I carry you , You’ll carry me That’s how it could be , Don’t you know me? Don’t you know me by now?

This is a poem by Sandeep Khare. This one is pretty old and not a very known one... But i simply love it! for its simplicity, for its honesty, for the clear and sharp way in which the words just... TOUCH!!! हसलो म्हणजे सुखात आहे ऐसे नाही हसलो म्हणजे दुखीः नव्हतो ऐसे नाही हसलो म्हणजे फ़क्त स्वतःच्या फ़जितीवर निर्लज्यागत दिधली होती स्वतःच टाळी हसलो कारण शक्यच नव्हते दुसरे काही डोळ्यामधे पाणी नव्हते ऐसे नाही हसतो कारण तुच कधी होतीस  म्हणालीयाहुन तव चेहर्‍याला काही शोभत नाही हसतो कारण तुला विसरणे जितके अवघड तितके काही गाल पसरणे अवघड नाही हसतो कारण दुसर्‍यानांही बरे वाटते हसतो कारण तुला सुद्धा ते खरे वाटते हसलो म्हणजे फ़क्त डकवली फ़ुले कागदी आतुन आलो होतो बहरुन ऐसे नाही हसतो कारण जरी बत्तीशी कुरुप आहे खाण्याची अन दाखवण्याची एकच आहे हसतो कारण सत्याची मज भिती नाही हसतो कारण हसण्यावाचुन सुटका नाही....

Goa's state assembly turned 50 this Jan. So remembered this poem written by the well known poet "kusumagraj". Then I thought of translating it, just for fun. But this will help all those who dont understand marathi.  I know the translation sounds funny in a few places, but thats my view. Waiting eagerly for your reviews and comments. So... this is to all the Goans... to reflect on the past 50 years and to all my fellow Indians to reflect on the past anyway! पन्नाशीची उमर गाठली                                  अभिवादन मज करू नका   मीच विनविते हात जोडूनी   वाट    वाकडी धरू नका   जुनाट पाने गळून पालवी   नवी फुटे हे ध्यानी धरा   एकविसावे शतक सामोरी   सोळाव्या स्तव रडू नका   वेतन खून काम टाळणे   हा देशाचा द्रोह असे   करतील दुसरे बघतील तिसरे   असे सांगुनी सुटू नका   जनसेवे स्तव असे कचेरी   ती डाकूंची नसे गुहा   मेजाखालून मेजावरतून   द्रव्य कुणाचे लुटू नका   प्रकाश पेरा अपुल्या भवति